I miss my brass knucklez. I don't need them though to knock somebody out...I led off a brawl once in the high school parking lot after a school dance but was buzzed from alcohol so got caught out there by a lead pipe across the head....it was like 7 onto 12. It didn't even drop me, just made me even more angry and fired up....this one kid I had just kept dropping over and over again as I was gushing blood....I was just knocking people down left and right. he would get up I would throw some punches he would block a few get hit fall. Imagine I had my knucklez on my hands that night. heh....would probably be in jailz for manslaughter. Got stitched up that night.

"You see, there are still faint glimmers of civilization left in this barbaric slaughterhouse that was once known as humanity. Indeed that's what we provide in our own modest, humble, insignificant... oh, fuck it."

@Kill4Me, My edgy 15-year-old ass loved Porcelain and the tramps. Loved the raw, industrial feeling to it. I was really disappointed when I found out she forsake the PATT project and went under a new name (Porcelain Black) to release new, more pop-ish stuff. Besides "Mannequin Factory", I don't think I enjoyed anything from her new era :/

This industrial feel reminds me of the babysitter I had up until 5 years or so-- She was a punk chick with really short, butch-like hair and whenever I hear a PATT song I can't help but imagine that she would've been the kind of person to blast the shit out of her songs on MySpace.
Sweet 2000s.

"You see, there are still faint glimmers of civilization left in this barbaric slaughterhouse that was once known as humanity. Indeed that's what we provide in our own modest, humble, insignificant... oh, fuck it."